Last night while I was fast asleep, an evil troll snuck into my house.
With ninja like stealth, he crept into my room and made himself cozy between my husband and I in our bed.
He didn’t make a single sound or move a single muscle for five long hours. He just laid in our bed and listened for the signal.
At five o’clock, a morning dove cooed ever so softly in my backyard.
This was the signal the troll had been waiting to hear. It was finally curse time.
The troll slowly sat up and immediately cast sleeping spells on my husband and I. He could not risk either of us waking up and ruining his diabolical plan.
Then, he moved his repulsive face extremely close to mine and began chanting in my ear;
The story is gone.
The idea is dead.
I curse this story
to stay trapped in your head.
He repeated this sixteen times and then blew as hard as he could into my left ear. His troll breath was so hot and putrid that it burned the curse deep into my mind.
Satisfied with his work, he scurried out of my house and vanished into the early morning light.
I woke up about an hour later to the sound of my husband in the shower and a very loud bird making strange noises outside.
I laid in bed for a few minutes, thinking about the day ahead. I remembered my super awesome blog post idea and got excited. This was going to be my most creative and best writing ever!
The day went on as usual. Got the boys ready for school, took my daughter to the park, fed her lunch and then put her down for her nap. Finally it was time to write.
As I sat down at my lap top, all fired up to bang out an epic post, something odd happened.
I absolutely could not put my idea in writing. I knew exactly what I wanted to say, but everything just came out wrong. I wrote and deleted a staggering amount of sentences.
I spent my entire afternoon feeling frustrated.
After dinner, I sat down and tried again.
I could literally hear crickets.
What’s wrong with me? It’s like this epic idea is just sitting inside my noggin, mocking me.
About an hour ago, I started to write a post about my plight.
It was so boring, I almost lapsed into a coma.
It was promptly deleted.
I think it’s time for me to officially give up for the day.
What a disappointing day of writing.
Maybe once I stop obsessing about this idea, it’ll just flow right out of me.
Fingers crossed that this bout of writer’s block is only temporary.
It’s not like I’m cursed, right???